I must say, godlings. You're getting entirely too complacent. Too comfortable. Even altering your powers has done little.

I think I know what you're missing. What you've been craving. A good antagonist! An excuse to fight and shed and spill blood. Need I find your oldest enemies again? Consider it done. Give them a few days before they choose to show themselves properly, but I'm sure you'll know what to do.



((Corruption will not reply further, but feel free to do some IC plotting!))

Godlings. So many of you. So good to see you working in harmony in these days. You are discovering yourselves, but you mustn't remain insular. You must know each other as well. Whether in amity or enmity, it is imperative to know well each other's strengths and weaknesses. Know what it means to walk in their shoes. Tomorrow at dawn, sweet children, you will find a greater understanding of your fellows. Use your newfound knowledge with care.

We will be watching.



((Gaia will make no further response, but everyone is welcome to post ICly below with reactions/ideas/what-have-you))

Figured I might as well get this out of the way since this keeps popping up all over. Will someone pleas kindly tell me what this is all about?

Hey, is everyone having a good Thanksgiving? I sure hope so!

I've been with my cousin today--it's a big day for both of us, being not only Thanksgiving, but the first night of Chanukah. This is something that won't happen again for something like 79,000 years!

Happy holidays to all of you!

I will make this brief. I do not know whom you people believe you are, but know this: I have influential friends, substantial resources, and a vindictive streak a mile wide. I will find you and will find a way to make you suffer for this bothersome inconvenience if you do not cease immediately. Consider this your only warning.

Okay, the first hour of this was cute, but really do you know how hard it is to tell your commanding officer you were late to a drill because you had to answer an email? Thanks for the K.P. Duty. What is this anyway, some kind of joke?

Hey. The email wouldn’t go away, so I logged into the network. I get it. I get what you’re trying to do and I already remember, but I don’t really do fan clubs, so you can stop now.

How do I go about unsubscribing from this little family?

Working in a funeral home can be unnerving enough for some people. More so as things start printing of their own accord...

What's this all about, then?

Just to make sure... How many of you Celts will be joining the baby shower festivities this weekend?

Hey, hon! Trying to get a final headcount for the shower... Are your moms going to be able to make it up?

Hey you!

So, two months to go... I was wondering, since this is your first girl, and I'm not sure how you and Ogma feel about giving her Harper's hand-me-downs, would you want a baby-girl shower?

It would seem this email is the basis of an advanced network designed solely to entice gods of varying myths and legends. I can never recall any time when I would be considered a god, though I hesitate to assume the system is mistaken. Am I meant to be Hades? Satan? Thanatos? I have heard a dozen names for similar figures, yet none seem to fit. Still, I cannot discount my own abilities. I am clearly not an ordinary man.

Tell me, then: who am I meant to be?

Circumstances have arisen, godlings. I need you up to the challenge.

Shadows have moved and struck in the dark. We were unable to catch them before it was too late. The ones responsible are known as the Sluagh. This was not our doing, and we will exact our punishments, of that you can be certain.

The realm beyond the Veil is not one we touch, however. The Courtly Queens must lead this chase. You do not need me to tell how vitally important is that we get them all back. Do not lose yourselves in the process.

Hello, everyone in cyberspace! I finally got fed up with deleting these emails from my account and here I am, complete with new anti-virus software just in case this isn't kosher. I hope it's legitimate, though. Such insistent emails just simply have to mean something important and big is going on.

So what is it? A party? A pyramid scheme? Human trafficking? Coupons? Cyber-orgy? ;)

I suppose I should do the customary Getting To Know You thing, too. My name is Misha, I'm an actress in NYC, I'm a Taurus, and I like hot fudge sundaes, rose gardens, and romantic comedies.

OK, so... This has been rough.

Can ANYONE here hear me? Seriously? Anyone at all that can listen?

Lilith, Goliath... We've got to get to Florida. We just have to so all this will be over.

Well it's official. I've done my best to stay the hell away from all this. When my internet turned on me, I jury-rigged my type-writer to get my files typed up so I wouldn't have to deal with this crap. Alas my coworkers didn't accept my makeshift papers, so I had to cave and finally access this thing.

My name's Henry Phillips, formerly Hephaestus.

Let's get this over with.

OK... It's after sunset. Happy Purim to all the Jews out there. This is also the one holiday where my people are religiously mandated to get blackout drunk. Seriously. So, if anyone needs me before Monday, well, I make no guarantees I'll be coherent or remember anything from it.

All right, so... I'm trying to make arrangements to head to Florida after Purim this weekend to see if we can't at least locate our place. So, end of the month/early March. Lilith... You're more than welcome to come if you feel up to it, but if not, I understand. Otherwise, Goliath? Would you come with me?

[Filter: JCs]

So maybe you ladies can give me a formal sum-up of our situation.

So, you said you had some East Coast business coming up... Any idea when you might be in the DC area?